[...yes, he knows we will; he's more or less come to expect that. He finds he can't really complain about it, though - if there's one thing he's gotten used to during his time here, it's being held like this. He's not entirely sure what he thinks of it, but it's comfortable enough, and perhaps most importantly it's warm.
The words are a bit less comfortable, and he's fully aware that he's not feeling nearly enough in response to them, warmth or otherwise. For the time being, however, he just reaches up with one hand, running his gloved fingers through the end of Isaac's ponytail idly.]
I love you too, Isaac.
[And were he a better person, he'd likely feel guilt over lying about that; however, the facts remain as they always were - he isn't, so he doesn't, and it's true enough besides.]
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The words are a bit less comfortable, and he's fully aware that he's not feeling nearly enough in response to them, warmth or otherwise. For the time being, however, he just reaches up with one hand, running his gloved fingers through the end of Isaac's ponytail idly.]
I love you too, Isaac.
[And were he a better person, he'd likely feel guilt over lying about that; however, the facts remain as they always were - he isn't, so he doesn't, and it's true enough besides.]